Born in an angel
I hear that voice saying I don't need you tonight
Stuck in the trees
I can see the wind in your hair
You're holding onto me
And I wish I could be with you
If you close your eyes for long enough you may turn into
You may turn into an angel
An angel from the bottle you stole
We burnt that paper to death
The field is open behind the trees
Lying down without me
It makes me feel like a mess
It makes me feel like a mess
It makes me feel like a mess
Will you clean it up for me
Will you clean it up for me
Will you clean it up for me
Will you clean it up for me